"I have many names." he replied, deep voice resonating with a touch of sorrow despite his stern expression. "To some, I am the Black Dog, to others I am Reaper of the Wayward...but them that know me call me the Shade."

His stoic mask cracked, softening a touch as he reached out to lay one big, gloved hand on her shoulder. It was a heavy weight, but cool, with immense power in those long, slender fingers.

"By all names, I precede the Reaper, and strive to bring comfort in the warning. This, Karen Page, is yours. You have left to you seven more days. I'm truly sorry."